#implied obi-wan/satine kryze

[ominouspuff]

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[blossombloodcurse]

i think the best part of clone wars so far is the cuts to anakin’s face while obi-wan and satine are arguing. he’s like :D like he can’t wait to have a sleepover and talk about giiiiirls

[xxlittle0birdxx]

Promising Obi-wan that they would go straight to the bookshop, then return to the inn within an hour seemed to mollify him somewhat. Nevertheless, he still paused every few meters, head swiveling around, scanning the mass of beings that jostled them every so often. He didn't have to tell her he had a bad feeling about their little sojourn in the market. It was written in every line of his body. 'I thought we might browse a little. See if there's anything good. I'm about to start reading your textbooks, and that's enough to make anyone run mad…' She stopped and glanced around. 'Ben?' He was several meters behind her. Obi-wan seemed to be searching for something. Or someone. 'Is it Qui-gon?'

'Let's go back to the inn,' he said slowly. 'I feel —' The rest of his sentence ended abruptly as he slapped the back of his neck and tottered a few steps. A burly man appeared behind him and slammed Obi-wan's head against the post that held up a corner of canopy that shielded a fruit stall from the sun.

[duchess-of-mandalore]

If Filoni were smart, he'd make Satine Kryze a main character in the new Maul: Shadow Lord show and I am 1000% serious.

We know Maul stole Satine’s portrait from Sundari. We see it in his lair in Rebels, where he sets up a kind of shrine which includes Satine's portrait and the Darksaber Maul used to kill her. We also see that he has scrawled "KENOBI" on the wall in the Mando'a script.

It's implied that Maul physically attacks the portrait. He slashes Satine's throat (over and over), which suggests that the need for revenge against Obi-Wan that he had hoped would be satisfied by killing Satine still resides in him.

He also scratches out her eyes, which doesn't make a lot of sense until you remember that in the Rebels episode "Twin Suns" Maul. was originally going to be plagued by visions of Savage and Satine while he goes mad in the Tatooine deserts. Filoni pretty quickly cut this for time (boooooo), but it makes the fact that Maul scratches out Satine's eyes make sense because it suggests that he still feels Satine watching him.

(The place Satine occupies in Maul's mind is also suggested by an earlier script/storyboard of Maul and Obi-Wan's final showdown. If you can't read the chicken-scratch, Maul's line is, "I took your master. I took your beloved ... I will hunt down whatever ... no ... whoever it is you are protecting and take them as well.")

But the thing is, it doesn't make sense if Maul is only seeing these visions because he's dying of dehydration or heat stroke in the desert. It only makes sense if Maul was having the visions of her long before he ever went to Tatooine.

So imagine Maul ... fresh off his defeat on Mandalore and acclimating to a new galaxy ruled by the Sith he'd hoped to defeat. The criminal enterprises he pursues will surely tie back to the crime syndicates that he helped form alliances with for Pre Vizsla and Death Watch.

Maul's amassing power (and apparently training a padawan) but all the while ... popping up at the most inopportune times, is the Duchess of Mandalore (whom no one else can see, of course) either standing serenely in the background and (in Maul's mind) silently judging him for all of his criminal dealings, or perhaps even interjecting her own opinions, most of which are reminding Maul of how wrong everything he is doing is.

Just imagine how funny the bickering would be:

"You could trust your lackeys more if you treated them as allies instead of slugs to be trod upon. Perhaps you'd even find a friend." "Go away. Or if you won't, at least shut up." "Domination will never make you feel whole, and strength attained through intimidation is hollow." "You know nothing of strength. I killed you." "You didn't do a very good job."

At the same time, perhaps Maul recognizes that Satine's voice in his head is a call to the Light that he has always rejected. How she was at peace before her death and how he could have that peace too, if only he would turn from the path of revenge that he thinks is the only way.

The tragedy is that Maul would never be able to listen to Satine, even if a part of him wants the peace she offers. Her presence instead drives him to the place of insanity we see in Rebels and ultimately to Tatooine, where he is (mercifully) put out of his misery by Obi-Wan.

His enemy comforts him, showing him the same love that Satine has always promised is possible, but with his last words, he still holds on to the belief that vengeance is coming (for both him and Obi-Wan).

His eyes close, and in the last shot we see Satine (the last manifestation of Maul's conscious mind? An apparition? A Force ghost?) still watching over him as he lies in her beloved Jedi's arms.

[antianakin]

I've seen people make the argument that the Jedi "chose a side" in the Mandalorian Civil War by protecting Satine, presumably because Satine was a royal heir. While I understand this argument, I think it's flawed because there's never anything to indicate that Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon's actions have any actual impact on how the civil war ENDS.

In the episode "Voyage of Temptation," Obi-Wan's explanation to Anakin goes thusly: He and Qui-Gon spent a year on Mandalore, protecting Satine from people who wanted to kill her (he does call them insurgents, which indicates only HIS opinion of the situation, not necessarily the opinion of the Jedi Council at the time), they were always on the run from bounty hunters sent after them, the civil war killed most of the Mandalorians, and after Satine returned she appears to have taken over leadership in order to rebuild Mandalore post Civil War.

The way Obi-Wan talks about it almost implies that the civil war itself doesn't actually start until AFTER they went on the run with Satine. Not officially, at least. So then the implication is also that the Jedi stepped in just to protect a political leader's innocent child from people trying to kill her just because she happened to be related to the wrong guy. They probably weren't EXPECTING to be there for a year, they likely anticipated it being a few weeks to months at MOST for Satine's father to get the situation under control while his daughter was kept safe. But then the situation rapidly spiraled OUT of control and Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan end up having to stay on Mandalore with Satine until the war ends.

But none of them seem to have ever taken part in the war, there's never any indication that they did. The fact that Satine was able to take over leadership immediately upon returning AFTER THE WAR WAS ALREADY OVER implies that her father's side had already won even though her father died in the process. Satine surviving doesn't change that and we can assume that if Satine had died, too, her father's supporters would've just put Bo-Katan (or the mysterious third Kryze sibling that was Korkie's unnamed parent) in charge instead. It went to Satine because she was the eldest surviving heir, that's it. If Satine's father's side had lost the war, Satine's survival wouldn't have been able to really change anything about that, she just would've ended up on the run for the rest of her life, probably. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan might've tried to get her off the planet at that point, but that would've depended on Satine herself and what she wanted to do, I imagine.

The Jedi did not take a side in the Mandalorian Civil War, because when they WENT to Mandalore in the first place, their only job was to protect an innocent girl from being killed while the situation was managed elsewhere and then got stuck protecting her when the war DID break out and Satine chose to take up leadership after her father's side won the war on their own. You certainly can't make an accurate claim that the COUNCIL took a side in the war and you can't even make a claim that Qui-Gon (and Obi-Wan as his apprentice I guess) took a side because none of their actions seem to have really impacted the actual outcome of the war and who won.

[obikinbb]

✨The Duke of Clockwork✨

Author: @piecesofeden11 Artist: @imperfectmooncat Beta Reader: @somethingsteff

Word Count: 61,716 words Rating: Mature Pairing(s): Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Cal Kestis/Merrin, Anakin Skywalker & Padmé Amidala, Past Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze, Implied Past Obi-Wan Kenobi/Quinlan Vos, Anakin Skywalker & Cal Kestis Archive and Content Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Key Tags: Regency AU, Bridgerton AU, steampunk elements, Aristocracy, Forbidden Love, Secret Lovers, Arranged Marriage, Cal is a Kenobi, Strict Social Hierarchies, Hurt/Comfort, Misunderstandings/Miscommunication, Mutual Pining, Widower Obi-Wan, Age Gap, Top Obi-Wan, Bottom Anakin, Regency Romance AU, Think Bridgerton but make it gay, Beedee is for Best Droid, except he runs on steam

Summary: Widowed Lord Obi-Wan Kenobi, Duke of Mandalore, has been living a secluded life ever since the loss of his wife, but his 18-year-old son's desire to pursue marriage has him return to the bustle of Coruscant's season.

Anakin Skywalker is the young protege of Lord Sheev Palpatine, Earl of Sidious, plucked from the life of a commoner and brought to the sparkling city to find a bride.

As rumors of a coup against the Queen and King begin to spread throughout the ton, Obi-Wan and Anakin find themselves captivated by each other. But what if the rumors are true and their deadly intent threatens the growing tenderness between them.

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[bad-batch-pretty-boy]

Pretty - Satine Kryze x fem!Reader

A/N: The universe knew I’d be too powerful if this were me, so I had to write it instead, lol

It’s my second fic in the fandom and my first one for Satine so please be nice. I’m still working on proper characterization. Please do let me know if I missed a warning, though!

I’m also maybe channeling a crush of mine, which is why there’s so much angst 🫢 Definitely not projecting or anything. Nope. Not at all

Dividers by @thecutestgrotto

CW: probably ooc Satine; arranged marriage au; mild but important Satine x Obi-Wan; angst; Reader is younger, but meant to be read as about 20; pining; femme Reader; nsfw; smut; explicit sexual content; mild shame; mentioned sex dreams; Reader is a lesbian who doesn’t like men; light teasing; kissing; making out; breast worship; breast play; I think this counts as subspace; praise; fingering; duchess kink; cum tasting; implied multiple rounds

1874 words

Your soft footsteps hurry past the open balcony door. They pause, and slowly return.

You peek around the edge of the door, quietly watching. She’s out there, dressed in a luxurious silk nightgown, so thin you can practically see the dips of her body through the fabric.

She’s talking, voice low and achingly soft. Your heart wilts at the sound. You want it to be you she’s talking to. But you know who it is.

For weeks now, ever since the alliance of your planet to Mandalore, and your subsequent wedding, she’s been talking to someone. A man. A Jedi.

His name is Obi-Wan and Satine is so in love with him and not with you.

You weren’t exactly expecting her to instantly fall for you, given that it was a political marriage. But you’d at least hoped…

You pull back, fiddling with the hem of your nightdress. It’s the companion piece to hers. Short and wispy and so delicate you were afraid it would fall to pieces. You’ve never felt prettier in your life, but you know it doesn’t really matter.

Not now that you’ve gone and fallen in love with your wife.

It’s made worse by the fact that you’re still young. Perfect childbearing age. Still anxious with desire and bottled up hormones.

She’s elegant and older and has a son. A son. He’s barely a few years younger than you. It’s no wonder she hasn’t fallen for you like you have for her.

But oh, how could you not?

You take another peek, gaze slowly tracing the way the gown smooths against Satine’s skin. For a second you allow yourself to imagine what it would be like to trace along her skin with your tongue. To follow the dips and lines of her body to the place you ache to see the most.

Her dress shifts. She turns and you don’t duck out of the way fast enough. But you still move, and for a moment you just hold your breath.

Even footsteps. And a perfectly measured voice. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

You curse the stars, but can’t help but answer the call of her voice. You step back into her sight, head ducked like you’re a shamed creature. “The bed was cold.”

It’s not a lie. It’s never quite warm enough without her. But that wasn’t why you’d been woken up. You can still feel the heat of your dream, the way you’d gasped awake moments before satisfaction.

She hums in consideration, studying your face. She reaches out, lifting your chin. You slowly meet her gaze, your breath catching at the sigh. Stars, she is gorgeous.

“Obi-Wan wants to meet you.” The sudden change has you thrown off. For a moment, you just stare at her. “He… what?”

“He wants to meet you.” A tiny smile dances across her lips and you immediately crave the sight.

“Why…?” You ask, half distracted.

“You are my wife now,” she replies smoothly. “And he is one of my oldest friends.”

You almost snort. He most certainly is not just a friend to her. But you hold back. Instead, you nod politely and look away. “I see.”

She looks at you for a long moment. “I think you’ll like him,” she says softly. “He’s very charming and is more wit than I know what to do with.”

You hate to admit that you also think you’ll like him. Or at least, begrudgingly respect him. But you don’t say that.

Instead, you murmur, “With all due respect, I’ve long known I don’t like any man. He’s simply not my type.”

It’s a very poor joke, and you regret it as soon as you say it.

Satine’s eyebrow quirks. “Your type?” She tilts her head a little. “And what, exactly, is your… type?”

You swallow. Your throat is suddenly very dry and your feet have never looked more interesting. “Oh. You know. Women.”

“Women.” There’s a note of amusement to her voice. “Hmm. What type of women?”

You stop breathing. You can’t look up. She knows. You know she knows. And she’s teasing you.

It’s so cruel, but you know she’s not doing it to be mean.

She hums softly at your silence and gently tips up your chin. You meet her gaze for the second time, heart caught in your throat.

“Am I perhaps your type?” She murmurs, gaze not quite soft but not without affection. You swallow and give a tiny nod.

After a moment, you manage to croak out, “Why?”

She smiles sadly. Wistfully. Mournfully. “It was brought to my attention that I've been neglecting my duties to you as your wife.” Her thumb trails along your cheek. “We haven’t even had a proper marriage night, have we?”

You stay silent. You can’t breathe. There’s no way this is happening. You must’ve fallen back asleep and this is just another dream.

“I should’ve seen it sooner,” she murmurs. “Am I too late, or will you let me fulfill my duty to you?”

Your heart shatters and leaps at the same time. Duty. That’s what you are to her. Nothing more than a commitment of honor. And yet…

You can’t find it in you to say no. A stronger women would, perhaps, but not you. You’re just so weak when it comes to her.

You nod, not trusting your voice. She gives that sad little smile again and leans in.

Your heart stops when her lips press to yours, so soft and gentle. It’s like kissing a cloud. You can’t help it; the way you respond so eagerly. You lean into it, melt into it, chase her lips with yours when she pulls back.

Your hand comes up to cup her face, pulling her back to you. You press into her, desperation filling every inch of your body.

She doesn’t stop you. In fact, her lips part and her tongue gently swipes against your lower lip. You immediately part your own and she licks into your mouth. You moan, soft and high-pitched and needy.

You gasp when she suddenly presses you back, guiding you back against the wall. She pulls away for just a moment, and you’re suddenly filled with fire.

You twirl her around, caging her up against the wall. Your hands fall to her hips, slide up her sides. Your lips move to her neck, fueled by the burning need to taste her skin. You suck gently, leaving small marks you know will fade.

Your hands come up a little higher, resting just below her bust. You’ve wanted to touch her for so long. To kiss your way down to her breasts and lavish them with love.

You finally have the chance now, but the moment is marred by the breaking of your heart in your chest. It’s not what you wanted, but it’ll have to do anyway.

Your fingers gently trace along the neckline of her gown, shying away from what you crave so badly. You’re so conflicted; your tongue lightly tracing along her skin.

Satine lets out a soft little sigh, almost impatient sounding. It jolts you from your thoughts, pulling you back into the moment. You swallow. Take a breath. And finally cup her breasts in your hands.

Even through the thin fabric of her nightwear, her breasts are soft. Warm, with pebbled nipples. You want to touch them. You want to kiss them. You need to.

So you do. You slip down the neckline of her dress, gaze wide as her skin is revealed to you. Dusky pink nipples, smooth milky skin. You’re pressing your mouth to her before you can even think about it.

You kiss her breast, closing your lips around her pebbled nipple. She makes a soft sound, yearning and aching. It ignites your body, sending heat straight between your legs.

But you remain gentle. You worship her breast, alternating between sucking and licking at her nipple. Then you switch breasts, head getting dizzy with overwhelming relief at finally getting to taste her skin.

You pull away, nuzzling your face against her chest. You can barely think, so breathless and desperate with need. You want her. You need her.

You don’t realize she’s wrapped her arms around you until you feel her gently rub your back. Her voice breaks through your haze, soft murmurs of praise filling the air.

She gently pulls away and you bite back a whimper of loss. But she takes your hand, a unreadable look on her face. “Come, sweet darling. It’s not a proper marriage night if we ignore our bed.”

You follow her, head slowly clearing of fuzz. It’s a little embarrassing, how easily you melted with just a few kisses to her breasts. But she doesn’t seem upset.

In fact, she guides you to the bed, laying you down with a pillow under your head. She presses a kiss to your lips, running her fingers up and down your thigh. “You’re such a pretty girl. I’m sorry for not seeing it sooner.”

You’re too distracted by her hands, more heat gathering in your core every time her fingers get close to your pussy.

“Let me work for your forgiveness, darling,” she murmurs. “I want to know my pretty wife.”

You melt at her words, dazed at her praise. “Please,” you whisper, and she finally smiles warmly.

“Such good manners.” Her fingers slide higher up your thigh, just barely teasing the edge of your soaked panties. “I’ve got you, darling. Just let me take care of you.”

You nod, and then whimper as she slips her fingers under your panties. Her fingertips dip between your folds, smearing slick as she traces from your hole to your clit. Pleasure spikes as she circles it, making you squirm and moan.

Her fingers feel so much better than yours, your arousal so much stronger. You feel like you could cum just like this, from the barest of touches.

“Please, Satine,” you gasp out. “Oh, please, Duchess!”

The use of her title seems to be the key because she listens. Her fingers press to your hole, pushing two inside without hesitation. You take them greedily, slick gushing from your pussy as she starts to scissor her fingers. Stretching you out and rubbing against your walls at the same time.

Her fingers are longer than yours, and you arch with a cry when she presses against a spot inside you. She shushes you with a kiss to your stomach before bullying her fingers against the spot.

You writhe, moans and eventually sobs spilling from your lips. It feels so good. And when she rubs her thumb against your clit you come with a cry of her name.

She fucks you through your orgasm before gently pulling out. She lifts her fingers to her lips, making direct eye contact with you as she sucks your slick from her hand. It sets your skin ablaze and you just gaze with wide eyes.

“You taste as good as you look,” she murmurs, a smirk playing on her lips. Her eyes seem to gleam, and you know. It doesn’t matter if she’s doing this to duty or for love. All you know is you’re in for a long night.

And you’re determined to enjoy every moment of it.

[c-m-li-s-fanfic-corner]

Evil Author Day 2025

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Chapters: 11/11

Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV), Supernatural (TV 2005), DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America - All Media Types, X-Men - All Media Types, Nightwing (Comics), Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Star Wars: Clone Wars (2003) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Fire & Blood - George R. R. Martin, Avatar: The Last Airbender (Cartoon 2005)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr & Steve Rogers, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Roy Harper, CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Daemon Targaryen/Gael Targaryen, Sokka/Zuko (Avatar), Azula & Zuko (Avatar)

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake (DCU), Barbara Gordon, Stephanie Brown, Jim Gordon (DCU), Selena Kim, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Erik Lehnsherr, Timothy "Dum Dum" Dugan, Jim Morita, Gabe Jones, James Montgomery Falsworth, Jacques Dernier, Roy Harper, Original Dog Character(s), CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Quinlan Vos, Aayla Secura, Alpha-17 (Star Wars), Satine Kryze, Daemon Targaryen, Gael Targaryen, Baelon Targaryen (Son of Jaehaerys I), Zuko (Avatar), Azula (Avatar)

Additional Tags: Stiles Stilinski is a Winchester (Supernatural), Alternate Universe - Sentinels & Guides, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Post-Movie: Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014), WWII Veteran Steve Rogers, World War II, Time Travel, Howling Commandos - Freeform, Former Talon Dick Grayson, Post-Lazarus Pit Jason Todd, Dimension Travel, Rule 63, Mandalorian Clone Troopers (Star Wars), Soulmates, Fire Siblings (Avatar), Implied/Referenced Torture, Modern Bucky Barnes

Series: Part 3 of Evil Author Day

Summary:

Sneak peeks of what I'm working on for 2025.

See below for my casting choices:

[ao3feed-obikin]

bed the curse

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52530181 by xxcaribbean Anakin never believed Obi-Wan would lie to him. But Obi-Wan has, in fact, lied to him. At least, the omission of truth feels all the same. Words: 821, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English Fandoms: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Cal Kestis, Satine Kryze, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Obi-Wan Kenobi, Omega Anakin Skywalker, Past Relationship(s), Secret Children, Implied Mpreg, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52530181

[seven-oomen]

B

Hi, Ben!  I hope your day is going well!  Had a further thought I forgot to include in my last msg.  So, speaking of Moulin Rouge, and that episode of My Life Is Murder where Tem plays an aspiring musician (I would include a video or picture, but YT and Google are not cooperating today), imagine one of the three walking in on another singing a lullaby to which ever little one you decide on (or just a random foundling, even.)  I feel the best potential options here would be Satine or Jango walking in on the other (especially if the sexin’s have happened but the feels are still a WIP), both of them walking in on Obi-Wan, or Obi-Wan walking in on the two of them doing a duet.

Similarly, for the whole FIL thing; presuming that you’re going the “unexpected encounter lead to unplanned consequences of the natal variety” route, this could also work with him sending the two of them to check on the little one only to find Obi-Wan singing to him, or even just “accidentally” leaving a baby monitor turned on so they overhear it.  (Do I maybe have a thing about dudes who can sing?  That’s not important right now.  XD )  Hell, if you haven’t used it yet in Caught Somewhere In Time, I imagine one finding the other singing Cal to sleep would cause a rather powerful heart boner.  XD 

I feel like I had other thoughts, but I have to clock back in from lunch, so I will hush for now.  I hope you’re feeling good and the writing is flowing!  Take care!  *HUGS!*

Hi B! I have lots of thoughts, so In this one I’m just gonna wish you a good day at work and then write out an entire post for our little Jangobitine au. Because I have inspiration. And yes I am going to count my ramblings into my wordcount for nano cause I’ve only been editing and formatting today and I haven’t been writing. (Though I already passed 50K, I still want to get my 30 day badge XD).

I know I don’t have a way to tag you, but I will mail you the link. Promise.

And including your last message so I can answer both in one ask:

And oh, yes, I LOVE Moulin Rouge.  I remember seeing it in the theater when it first came out, and the soundtrack was in fairly regular rotation in my CD player (not to age myself or anything XD ).  Literally as soon as I hit send, my brain went "did you really just space on the fact that Ewan was in that, too?" XD  And the two of them were one of my favorite parts of Aquaman.  Everything about the two of them was just adorable, and I loved that they let her be taller than her love interest.  I'd seen jokes about two Satines in Ewan's character past before, but I think it was seeing her with the paler hair in Aquaman that made me go "wait..." and look up Satine Kryze's height on Wookipedia (which I'm pretty sure is Nicole's rl height, too.)  Hmm...her as Boba's mother just amuses the hell out of me for some reason, while her as Omega's mom could definitely explain the blond hair.

Speaking of nephews, a fair amount of SW fic I've read mentions Bo-Katan's nephew/Satine's son in ways that either heavily imply or outright state that he's Obi-Wan's son, and I don't know if he's technically alive at this point in canon (and I doubt they'd ever actually make that lineage real), but I'd love to see him roll up to Luke's Island of Misfit Jedi and watch the fallout of them all learning who he is, and also for more crossing of the Mandalorian/Jedi streams.  XD

[thechaoticfanartist]

Why do they look related?

Thank you for this wonderful idea @soclonely

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[phoenixyfriend]

"Ahsoka Tano. Youngest of three, parents long gone, raised mostly by her brothers. Last year of high school, varsity lacrosse, uh... no priors, just some traffic violations."

"Any idea what she was doing near the crime scene?"

"Victim was a friend of hers, looks like."

"Can we question her?"

"She refuses to talk without one of her brothers. She's a minor, so it's probably easier to wait on them."

"How old?"

"The younger is mid-twenties, but I doubt he's coming. Looks like he's on the other side of the country, has toddlers, that sort of thing. The elder is about an hour and a half away, teaches biology at a community college. He is also twenty-one years her senior, so I'm guessing he's more of a parent than a sibling, and he's the one she called. Said he's on his way."

"Bit of a gap, there. Adopted, or were the parents just taking their time, do you think?"

"Um... anyway, I heard he's bringing his ex-wife. A lawyer, apparently."

"Still on good enough terms? Fancy that. Well, see if you can set up a rapport before the brother arrives. I'll see what we have on the lawyer."

"She's a partner at Kryze & Organa, sir. She's Kryze."

"...well, I'll do what I can to prepare."

[alabasterswriting]

Chapter 11 of Men of Power is up!

Summary:

No matter which way you sliced it, there was something  wrong about a man of Palpatine’s age and position threatening them for  unsolicited access to a child.

Or, alternatively:

When an  old powerful man suddenly comes in and sweeps your underage padawan away  without so much as a by your leave, that’s the time to start asking  questions.

Sneak Peak:

“Obi-Wan still had to save me. She died because Obi-Wan saved me.”

“Would you rather he hadn’t?”

Anakin crosses his arms, pulling them tight against his chest because dammit, he is! He’s so goddamn grateful and it fills his whole chest with warmth because Obi-Wan chose him, but he knows, down to his core, that he shouldn’t be because a woman is dead because of it and no doubt Obi-Wan is going to get in trouble, and if Anakin had just been better—

The Count sighs. It’s not exasperated or mocking, and, for the first time, Anakin really registers just how old he is. Looking at him is like looking in the mirror and seeing the years stretch on ahead of him. It’s frightening.

��Oh, Padawan. I understand how it feels to want to be better. To feel the Force beneath your fingertips and know you had the power to do everything right if only you did one thing differently. Yes,” he nods, “there were things you could have done better. I don’t know if they would have been enough to prevent the poor Lady’s death, but it’s possible. Your control was lacking. You attacked Sing with anger and then allowed your shields to fall so thoroughly that she could manipulate you into attack. Your forethought was downright detrimental. But these are not things that cannot be fixed. You’re rough, but there’s enough potential in you to do better. Perhaps, someday, you will be good enough to stop people from dying.”

[xxlittle0birdxx]

Every Story Has a Beginning

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'Erp!' The training droid's lightsaber slipped past Obi-wan's defenses and tapped the back of his calf. The jolt of energy temporarily seized his muscles in the grip of a painful cramp, and he fell to his knees. He waved a hand at the droid, shutting it down, then collapsed onto his back, panting for air, and lay gazing up at the dojo’s high ceiling, criss-crossed with several rafters. Karking stupid mistake, he moaned to himself. It was the sort of error a youngling would make. He’d allowed his concentration to slip for a tiny fraction of a second. He swiped his face with an already-sodden sleeve and sighed, acknowledging the source of his lapse of concentration.

Anakin.

Obi-wan sat up and rested his forearms on his bent knees, letting his hands dangle between them. What had the Council been thinking to let him take Anakin as an apprentice? True, he’d done his share of baby-tending in the crèche, but infants weren’t nine year old Padawans. And Obi-wan had little experience with being solely responsible for the well-being of a child.

And Anakin wasn't a mere child.

It had nothing to do with any of the Chosen One prophecies. Anakin's life experience made him far more jaded than his age would suggest. He was, what Rael would call, street-smart. The years of toiling for that Toydarian on Tatooine made him more proficient that most adult Jedi with machinery, and he was forever neglecting his studies to tinker with something. The few times he’d casually offered his perspective as a child slave in one of his classes resulted in shocked, horrified silence, so heavy with disapproval, that it took Obi-wan days to reassure Anakin that no, he had done nothing wrong, and the disapproval wasn’t aimed at him. The concept of play was an alien concept to Anakin. For all their supposed solemnity, Padawans played hard in their leisure time, with their chosen pursuits ranging from dejarik to the rather odd game from Chandrila that involved a stick and a ball, with a great deal of running, throwing, and catching. For a child who'd spent most of his days working, idleness of any sort was anathema. He struggled to find the stillness within him to meditate. He struggled in his classes. Not with the material. He soaked up everything like a sponge, analyzed it, and applied it to the next lesson before it even started. He chafed against the expected behavior of the more typical Padawans. 'He's fidgety!' one of the instructors had sniffed to Obi-wan, like it was a disease. His flight instructors, though… One of them had already quietly informed Obi-wan — with no small sense of awe — that Anakin had already passed the qualifications to fly starfighters and small shuttles, and was well on his way to the larger vessels. The flight simulators were one of the few places where Anakin felt truly comfortable. That, and the dojo.

Obi-wan shivered as the sweat on his body evaporated, but he didn't move.

He felt he was always chastising the boy. Eat your vegetables. Fold your tunics, don't just wad them up in the drawer. Have you finished your homework? You must calm your thoughts. For Ashla's sake, Anakin, where the hell are your socks? Slow down; no one's going to take your food away. Anakin, you must go back to your classroom.

Obi-wan was completely over his head, and he didn't dare ask for help. It would have just reinforced Yoda's doubts about Anakin’s suitability as a Padawan and Obi-wan’s as a master. Obi-wan had initially thought the Council would let Anakin ease into the Order with the rest of the younglings, but they’d plopped Anakin the Apprentice into his unprepared and gobsmacked lap. He heaved a pitiful sigh. 'Be mindful of the past and future, Obi-wan, but not at the expense of the present,' he reminded himself, imitating Qui-gon's burr.

'That wasn't half-bad.' Obi-wan's head swung up. Rael Averross leaned against the doorframe. He still looked as scruffy and rumpled as he did when Obi-wan first met him on Pijal nearly seven years ago. Perhaps his robes were slightly less shabby. 'Time honored tradition to mock your master's voice,' Rael laughed. He took in the glowing holocron, the training droid, and Obi-wan's disheveled form, then pointed to the holocron. 'Form III?'

'I… Yes.'

‘Suits you.’

‘I suppose.’ He picked up his fallen lightsaber. Three months ago, he would have argued that he could master Ataru. Even two months ago, he would have still said as much, and used its aggressive style to defeat the Sith on Naboo. And then he started replaying the final moments of the duel at odd moments, thinking of all the ways it could have gone so horribly wrong, had the Sith used a good defense. But now… He'd started to wonder if the best offense was indeed a tightly-woven defense.

Real merely grunted and walked into the dojo. ‘You know what time it is?’

Obi-wan waved a hand at the holocron to close it, then sent the droid back to its charging dock. 'I honestly don't know.'

‘After twenty-three hundred.’

Obi-wan’s stomach chose that moment to rumble loudly in the otherwise quiet room.

‘Sounds like you missed dinner, too,’ Rael observed.

‘I’ve got some ration bars stashed somewhere.’ Obi-wan pushed himself to his feet and ran his hand through his shaggy, sweat-soaked hair with a grimace. 'After I've had a shower.' Preferably a long one with water as scalding as he could stand it.

‘Might want to find your Padawan first. It's why I came looking for you.’

Obi-wan’s shoulders slumped. Not again...

‘He wasn’t at dinner with the rest of the Padawans,’ Rael continued. ‘Thought he might be eatin’ with you, but he never made it back before curfew.’

Obi-wan bit back a curse. It wasn't the first time Anakin had disappeared between his last class of the day and the Padawans' dinner. The first few times, Obi-wan had found him in one of the rooftop gardens or in a hidden corner of the Temple, his round cheeks wet with tears, feeling the press of resentment and antipathy from the other Padawans, their disdain for his lack of knowledge about the finer points of the Jedi or the Force. Or he'd crossed paths with Mace Windu, who seemed to have a special glower reserved just for Anakin. There were thousands of nooks and crannies where he could hide. And Anakin was very good at making himself small when he didn’t want to be found. He hooked his lightsaber to his belt and glanced at Rael. 'Does it get easier?'

'What? Havin' an apprentice?'

'Taking care of a child,' Obi-wan retorted, letting the weariness creep into his voice.

'Honestly?' Rael scratched his scraggly beard with both hands. 'No.' He sighed. 'Be a damn sight easier if they came with instruction manuals.' He squinted at Obi-wan. 'The Code doesn't help, either. No attachments, it says, like we don't get attached to them or them to us.'

Obi-wan closed his eyes, and massaged his temples. 'Brilliant,' he muttered. He let his hands fall to his sides, and breathed deeply, letting his consciousness fly through the Temple on the swift wings of the Force. Anakin wasn't in the gardens, or in one of the pools. He was endlessly fascinated by so much green, even limited as it was to the gardens, and with the sight of all that water contained in one place, just so the Jedi could swim. He wasn't in the kitchens sneaking food, nor was he in the flight simulators or the Padawans' dojo. Obi-wan didn't bother with the archive. Anakin disliked Jocasta Nu on sight. Where are you, Anakin? He despaired that the boy had left the Temple and was somewhere in Coruscant, boasting about his podracing or piloting skills in some flea-bitten hive of scum and villainy that didn't care that a nine year old boy's life was in danger. Something flickered in the corner of Obi-wan's mind, and he took a sharp turn toward it.

There.

Anakin was in his quarters. Just as Rael had suspected.

Obi-wan blinked. Then broke into a dead run. Something was terribly wrong.

The thick carpeting that lined the corridors muffled his footfalls as he pelted through them, panic making his heart pound in his chest. Why were his quarters so far from the dojo? He smacked the control panel of the door to his quarters with the Force and skidded to a stop just inside.

Anakin lay on one of the meditation platforms, bundled into the duvet that he'd apparently dragged from Obi-wan's bed. Despite the warmth of the duvet, and Anakin's tinkering with the climate controls to make the room as warm as possible, the boy shivered. Obi-wan laid a hand over Anakin's forehead. Kriff me… Anakin burned with fever. He scooped the sleeping child into his arms. Anakin mewled a weak protest, but wrapped his arms around Obi-wan's neck. Obi-wan balanced Anakin’s bottom on his crossed forearms. 'I'm going to take you to the infirmary,' he murmured. 'You'll feel better soon.'

Anakin's head lolled on his shoulder. 'You stink,' he rasped.

'My apologies.' Obi-wan rolled his eyes. If Anakin could comment on his current lack of personal hygiene, he must not be terribly ill. Then Anakin spoke again.

'Hurts,' Anakin complained.

Obi-wan peered at him. One thing Anakin never complained about so far was physical discomfort. 'What does?'

'Head. Throat. And I'm cold…' He burrowed into Obi-wan's chest, who grew more alarmed. He was most definitely not cold to the touch. Obi-wan could feel the heat radiating from him and walked faster.

The infirmary was just ahead. Obi-wan's strides lengthened, and he burst into the dimly lit space. The medical droid rolled up to them, and scanned Anakin before Obi-wan could so much as speak. The droid returned to a workstation, and retrieved a small bottle that it shoved into one of Obi-wan's hands. 'Give him these. Two pills every six hours until the fever breaks.'

'When will that be?'

The droid didn't shrug, but the pattern of blinking lights suggested one. 'As long as it takes. Could be as few as two or three days. Could be six.'

'What's the matter with him?'

'Nerf-pox.' The droid turned away. 'Nothing to do but ride it out.'

Obi-wan felt outraged on behalf of his apprentice. Surely there was more to be done then ride it out. 'Are you joking?'

'It's not in my programming to make japes about illnesses,' the droid retorted sharply. 'Pills every six hours to help with the fever. Put him to bed, and let him rest. Keep him hydrated.'

Obi-wan refrained from sticking his tongue out at the droid, even though he dearly wanted to, then left the infirmary. He stopped and let the relief course through him. Nerf-pox was a common childhood illness. He took a few steps toward the Padawans' dormitories, but stopped and pivoted toward the Knights' barracks, returning to his quarters at a much slower pace than he'd left them. The Padawans' sleeping cells were barely large enough for one person. He couldn't imagine trying to care for a sick child in one. His own quarters were quite modest, but he did have his own 'fresher and a minuscule kitchen area.

Rael waited on one of the meditation platforms. He stood when Obi-wan entered, and lifted a bundle of clothing. 'Nerf-pox?' At Obi-wan's nod, he sighed. 'Figures. Most of 'em have it when they're in the crèche, where he should be.' He motioned to Obi-wan to follow him, and went into the small bedroom and laid out a set of small pajamas. 'Musta had chores in the crèche this week. It's runnin' through the three year olds…'

Obi-wan set Anakin on the edge of the bed and began to peel off the layers of his clothing. The boy was barely conscious, limbs heavy and limp. 'How did you of all people end up in the crèche?'

Rael sighed and handed him the pajama top. 'Fanry. To make up for what I didn't do with her.' Obi-wan glanced up at him with an upraised eyebrow. 'See her as a person. I only ever saw what I wanted to see. I kriffed it up on Pijal.' He shrugged and passed the pajama bottoms to Obi-wan. 'So when I came back… I asked the Council if I could work with the crèche masters.'

Obi-wan tucked Anakin into the bed and stood. 'And now you're one of the resident advisors for the Padawans.'

Rael snorted, gathering Anakin's clothing and folding it. 'Not sure how well I advise, but I do look out for the Padawans whose masters have to leave 'em behind.' He cuffed Obi-wan on the back of the head with a muttered, 'See ya 'round.'

'Rael?' Obi-wan's head ducked. 'Thank you.'

''M not the best one to ask, but if ya need help with your Padawan… Y'know where to find me.' He left with a wave.

Obi-wan found the small bottle of pills and scanned the label. 'May be administered sublingually,' he read aloud. He glanced at Anakin, sprawled on his back. 'There's a relief. I won't have to try and wake you.' He shook two tiny pills into his palm, then poked them into Anakin's mouth, belatedly thinking he should have washed his hands first. Too late to bother now. He grabbed a clean set of clothes and headed for the 'fresher, trading his much-desired hot water shower for a sonic one. He intended to spend the night in the single armchair in the other room, but a scratchy whisper halted his steps.

'Don't go.'

He turned. Anakin was awake, his blue eyes glassy and bloodshot with fever, silently pleading for Obi-wan to stay. Obi-wan hesitated. The others would insist he must be firm with Anakin, teach him true Jedi detachment. But he couldn't say no. Just as he couldn't say no when he woke up in the middle of the night, and nearly tripped over Anakin, sleeping on the floor next to his bed. 'All right.' Obi-wan slid onto the bed, bracing his back against the wall. He lifted Anakin's head and pillowed it on his thigh, just above his knees. He wasn't going to sleep anyway. He could meditate in here just as well as the other room.

Anakin sighed and coughed, his breath rattling in his lungs. 'I miss my mom,' he murmured.

'I know.'

Anakin turned on his side and curled into a ball. 'Why is it bad to miss my mom?'

Obi-wan felt this was a serious philosophical question from Anakin, and not a querulous complaint. He was silent for several minutes, trying to think of an answer, and not just quote dogma at him. 'I'm not certain I'm the best person to ask,' he finally said. Anakin's only reply was a soft snore, for which Obi-wan was grateful. He was still grieving Qui-gon's death. It had left a gaping hole in Obi-wan's life. Rael was right. For all the Code's admonishments against attachments, masters and apprentices did form emotional attachments to one another. How could he not, when he'd spent the past twelve years following in the formidable footsteps of Qui-gon Jinn? Two months on, and the memory of Force leaving Qui-gon's body still made his hands twitch. He leaned his head against the wall and slowly exhaled. Satine Kryze likewise occupied a corner of his heart and soul, even more than seven years after he'd left her on Mandalore. Leaving had been the correct decision — and a mutual one — but he often wondered if they'd been in the right to close the door their friendship as well. He could do with her counsel right now. He called his datapad to his hand and entered the codes for his personal data archive, then pressed his thumb to the indicted location to read his thumbprint. Then an iris scan. One can never be too careful, he mused, tapping on the message from Satine for what was probably the hundredth time. She hadn't sent it directly to him, but to the Council. Master Plo Koon then passed it along to him.

Please offer my deepest condolences to Obi-wan. Nu kyr'adyc, shin taab'echaaj'la.

'Not gone, merely marching far away,' Obi-wan muttered. For a Mandalorian saying, it hewed rather close to the Jedi way of viewing death. He glanced down at Anakin to assure himself he was still asleep, then switched to the HoloNet, and searched for a tidbit about Satine. It was never a regular habit of his. Just when he needed to feel good about something he'd done. Truth be told, he seemed to look her up nearly every night lately. He felt like he was failing Anakin, and by extension, Qui-gon. Seeing Satine flourish made him feel as though he had done one thing right with his life so far. A holovid appeared of her touring a new hospital on Kalevala. Mandalore seemed to be thriving under her leadership.

Time unspooled around him, while the miniature image of Satine moved through the sun-drenched room, over and over.

Anakin stirred and squinted at the blue-tinged hologram over his head. 'Who's that?' His breath whistled through his clogged sinuses.

'Duchess Satine Kryze of Mandalore,' Obi-wan told him. 'An old friend.'

Anakin watched her for a few moments, the blue light from the holo making his pale face even more pallid. 'She's pretty.'

‘She is,’ Obi-wan agreed, although he felt he was terribly biased. He switched off the datapad.

Anakin yawned and blinked a few times, eyelids growing heavy. 'Not as pretty as Padmé,' he sighed before falling asleep once more.

The corner of Obi-wan's mouth tipped up with a rueful grin. Anakin was rather taken with the young queen of Naboo. The Naboo penchant for pomp, and the queen's correspondingly elaborate wardrobe did little to dispel the notion that they were in some sort of fairy tale. Obi-wan had little doubt that Anakin dreamed of defending Padmé Amidala against Star Dragons, the bold and fearless Jedi Knight wielding his trusty lightsaber.

Hours passed before Anakin stirred again in the peculiar light before dawn that leeched the color from the room. 'They think we're gonna fail,' Anakin remarked, pushing the duvet away. 'Hot,' he mumbled.

With a few gestures, Obi-wan brought a cool, damp cloth to his waiting hand, and draped it over Anakin's forehead. 'Oh?'

'Mmm-hmmmm.' Anakin gazed up at him. ''M too old to be a youngling an' too young to be a Padawan. An' you're too young an'…' His brows drew together as he groped for the word. 'Inexperienced.'

Obi-wan wiped Anakin's cheeks with the cloth. 'Who told you that?'

'No one. But they all think it. All the other Padawans… Master Windu…'

Obi-wan smiled grimly. Why am I not surprised? He ran his hand over Anakin's hair. 'Well, I suppose we'll have to succeed beyond everyone's wildest dreams.' Anakin started to shiver again, and Obi-wan tucked the duvet around his skinny shoulders, struck anew by how small and frail he felt. You will be a Jedi, even if it kills me, he thought.

[duchess-of-mandalore]

Hello, I was wondering if you could assist me with some information. I recently fell in love with Satine Kryze after being invited to watch the Clone Wars, but I have some questions.

I don't understand, wasn't Mandalore part of the Republic before the Clone Wars? And if not, was it ever? I hope you read this and can help me. Thanks.

Oooh, welcome, Nonny!! How I wish I could rewatch Satine's arc for the first time!

Okay, so like many things related to politics in Star Wars, we have a lot of details but also a lot of conflicting information. Different reference books will imply different things. Mandalore's history, in particular, is in a kind of static limbo because there was so much history that was established before The Clone Wars, then a lot that George Lucas established/retconned when he approved Satine's story, and then a lot that was retconned or reestablished after Disney declared that the Expanded Universe was "Legends" and that "Canon" could contradict what came before.

However, I actually think I can answer your question without any of that. Yes, Mandalore is a part of the Republic before/during the Clone Wars, and we know this from The Clone Wars itself.

Mandalore has a seat in the Senate. We see Satine in one of the Senate pods listening to a speech given by Padme in one episode, and we know that Tal Merrik is the Senator for Mandalore before he's revealed as a traitor.

In "Voyage of Temptation," Satine is at odds with the Senate and finds herself on the run from Republic forces. When Obi-Wan finds her, he tells her that she should turn herself into the authorities and the reason that he gives is, "We've both sworn a loyalty to the Republic." Satine does not deny this and says, "Believe me, neither one of us is breaking our oath."

The whole reason why the Jedi send Obi-Wan back to Mandalore in Season 2 is because the Senate is hearing rumors that Satine is building an army to fight for the Separatist cause. The Senate is able to exert pressure on Satine only because she is already in the Republic. She's not some free agent, and they want to ensure that she's not acting like one.

Satine leads the Council of Neutral Systems which is by definition made up of 2,000 Republic worlds (who all have seats in the Senate) who wish to remain neutral in the war. There's no way that those Republic worlds would authorize a non-Republic leader to be their primary representative.

I'm sure there are other things I could list, but off the top of my head, those are the biggest pieces of evidence for why Mandalore is indeed a member of the Republic before/during the Clone Wars.

[antianakin]

Satine is one of the most frustrating characters of all time because she seems like she should be an enjoyable, interesting, complex character. She's got one of the most interesting backstories of any character I've ever met, and I'd LOVE more of THAT story (not the on the run with Obi-Wan bit, that bit can get left out, but the bit where she has to somehow bring together an entire population of warring people who just nearly destroyed their own planet due to years of fighting and a civil war that just killed her father and she managed to convince them into a peaceful, pacifist lifestyle while she was only a teenager). The level of strength and competency that this would require of her is INSANE.

I want to know more about where this prime minister came from, whether he was ACTUALLY elected or if Satine chose him, whether the position existed prior to Satine or if she created it, and what the actual difference is between Satine's role as a ruling duchess who inherited her role through birth and the prime minister. I want to know more about Satine's relationship with her father and with Bo-Katan. I want to know more about where the fuck Korkie came from and how Satine ended up with him and what happened to this mysterious third Kryze sibling that is presumably Korkie's parent.

And the concept of Satine as this person who was raised in a culture of war and violence and who, at a pretty young age, insistently chose to follow the opposite ideology of pacifism, and how these two very differing things impact her as a leader is INTERESTING. Satine as someone who struggles with an instinct towards violence and arrogance because it's how she was raised but who WANTS to be calm and reasonable and peaceful and strives towards this ideal as much as possible even though she doesn't always achieve it is INTERESTING. Satine as someone who clings to her pacifist ideology so hard that it becomes a fault of its own sometimes (by causing her to REFUSE to see nuance in anyone else's situation) is INTERESTING.

And yet, that's never the character we get.

There's no real nuance to Satine. There's never any real discussion of Satine making MISTAKES or being WRONG. When she condemns Obi-Wan and the Jedi, the narrative supports her. When her choice to remain neutral cuts her planet off from all trade, the consequences of it aren't attributed to HER choices but to literally EVERYONE ELSE'S as they struggle to deal with the ramifications without her ever bothering to find a solution to a problem SHE CAUSED. She threatens an innocent man with imprisonment for wanting to save a warehouse full of evidence from being blown up and it's just brushed off as Satine being passionate about her cause instead of a dangerously incompetent and arrogant asshole. And somehow she was strong enough to stand up to a bunch of Mandalorains who had just been at war with each other and force them into being at peace, but when Death Watch shows up with a few criminals she immediately rolls over and surrenders without even bothering to fight back in any way, but this is represented as Satine giving the people what they want instead of Satine just being weak.

Believe me, I WANT to like her. The version of Satine that is implied by her backstory is so interesting, but the version that exists in the present day is one of the worst political leaders we're introduced to in Star Wars. At least most of the other terrible political leaders have the decency to be openly lazy or selfish or evil. Satine is presented as this perfect benevolent intelligent leader and then every action she takes is the stupidest, most arrogant bullshit imaginable that constantly just makes her and her people's lives worse. What is there to enjoy about that?